Ramu didn't rush. He stood between her and the locked door, his short, dense frame calm and unbothered by the frantic urgency screaming in her head.
Sanjana backed away until the edge of the narrow hospital bed pressed against the back of her knees and brought her to life. Her chest heaved beneath her yellow chikankari kurti.
Ramu closed the gap slowly. His dark, deeply lined face was completely devoid of hesitation. He raised a heavy hand, rough and stained from decades of physical labor, and touched the heavy silver jhumka dangling from her left earlobe. His thick fingers brushed against the sensitive skin of her neck, making her sigh.
"Kitni sundar hai..." Ramu muttered softly, his voice a low, rough grate that sent a shiver of pure dread down her spine. (So beautiful...)
He ran his hand up into her hair, his rough fingers tangling deeply into the long, dense black strands that smelled of expensive shampoo. He pulled slightly, tilting her face up toward the harsh overhead bulb, admiring her flawless olive skin, her trembling lips, and the teardrops catching in her sweeping dark lashes.
"Nahi... please, bhaiyya... mat kariye aisa..." Sanjana gasped, her hands coming up to weakly push against his solid chest. She tried to turn her head away, her body instinctively fighting the overwhelming proximity of this unrefined, sixty-four-year-old man. "Please... humein jaane dijiye..." (No... please... don't do this... Please... let me go...)
Ramu didn't fight her hands. He simply tightened his grip on her hair just enough to stop her movement, his dark, bloodshot eyes locking onto hers with a cold, mocking stillness.
"Toh jao," Ramu said quietly, his voice flat and completely devoid of anger. "Darwaza khula hai." (Then go. The door is open. Go outside.)
Sanjana froze.
He leaned in closer, the pungent reek of raw tobacco, sweat, and cheap bidis filling her senses, completely overpowering the clean hospital air. He softly kissed her cheek and pointed to the clock.
"Aath minute bache hain," Ramu whispered, his rotten, blackened teeth showing in a dark, cruel smirk. "Aath minute baad doctor aayega. Tum bahar jaogi, toh hum yahan se nikal jayenge. Tumhara aadmi wahan OT mein tadap-tadap ke mar jayega. Soch lo." (Eight minutes left. The doctor will come after eight minutes. If you go outside, I will leave from here. Your man will die suffering in the OT. Think about it.)
The words acted like a physical blow. Sanjana's hands trembled against his chest before her fingers slowly lost their strength, slipping helplessly down to her sides. The image of Rohit bleeding out on the operating table flashed violently in her mind. Every second she fought was a second stolen from his life.
Tears spilled freely over her glowing cheeks. She closed her eyes tightly, her chin quivering as she gave up her final stand. Her head bowed, her silence signalling her absolute, hopeless surrender.
Seeing her resistance completely break, the quiet patience vanished from Ramu's face. He put his rough thumb on her lips and pressed hard. He moved in closer and sniffed her hair and her throat.
His rough fingers locked inside her hair near her neck, tilting her chin up. She opened her mouth to plead again, but Ramu didn't let her. He descended his monstrous face on hers. He tightened the grip around her hair and kissed her roughly. The taste of gutkha and raw tobacco made Sanjana feel like puking and closed her lips.
Ramu tightened the grip on her hair and pulled hard. He forced her lips open with his mouth and tongue. Sanjana was in shock. Rohit would never be this raw and dominating. Ironically, this is exactly what she was craving for when they met with the accident. Like they say, careful what you wish for.
While still pulling at her hair with one hand, Ramu took the other hand down to her breast. His thick, rough palm cupped her boob through the delicate fabric of her kurti and bra. He squeezed hard and pinched at her nipples, causing Sanjana to accidentally moan. The contrast between their bodies was astonishing. His dark, coarse skin against her young, soft and pristine body. He rolled her nipple even harder, making her curl her toes and open her mouth wider. Ramu took the cue and took his tongue deeper into her mouth.
Sanjana was horrified at the shockwaves of pleasure running through her body instead of guilt. Maybe the lust from the morning hadn't really worn off.
Ramu could feel the changes in her body better than Sanjana herself. He left her hair alone and explored her body while still kissing her hard. He felt the movement of her lips change with every touch. How sighs became soft moans. He was loving every minute of it. And her reactions unleashed the beast in him. He grabbed her ass and squeezed it hard. By now Sanjana was in a trance and responding to his kiss with equal fervour.
He spanked her ass hard. So hard that the entire hospital would have heard it. That shook Sanjana to the core and she broke the kiss and looked at him. He could see such lust in her eyes. Her ruined make up, cheeks wet with tears, hair a mess, but in that moment he knew she wanted him. He wanted to soak in her beauty. Soak in this moment where a girl so hot and young would want him. He wanted to look at her boobs, suck them, eat her pussy. He wanted to do bad things to her. Ruin her pretty face and body. But...time was running out.
He didn't waste another second. He grabbed her slender waist and turned her around, bending her down until her upper body was pressed flat against the mattress and her ass was lifted. He quickly removed his pants and her panties. As he removed them, he could see how soaking wet they were and he could smell her juices even without bringing them to his nose.
He finally took a long sniff and laughed:
"Hahaha raand! Bilkul sahi socha tha maine!" (Hahah, whore! I was right about you!)
He pulled her skirt over her thighs and pulled her hips closer to him. The cold hospital air against her naked ass brought some semblance to her but in less than a second, Ramu was inside her. He only put in an inch first, testing the waters. She really was super wet and her pussy tightened around his dick, trying to pull it all in.
He pulled it out, watching Sanjana's body shudder in disappointment. He laughed loudly. Then he spanked her ass hard again and entered her. This time, he hit the center directly and pushed deeply inside her.
"Ahhh!" Sanjana bit the dirty pillow as her fingers dug deep inside the bedsheet.
Ramu tightened his hands around her hips and fucked her in a rough and relentless rythm. The bed groaned under the pressure, the metal clinking overpowering the sound of Sanjana moaning. Ramu fucked her hard. Like a man possessed. Like a man with only a minute left to live.
"Ahh, kya chut hai. Kaash tera aadmi mar jaaye. Tujhe roz chodunga!" (What a pussy! I wish your man dies so I can fuck you every day)
Sanjana felt so bitter at these words. The sense of shame of consuming her, coupled by the fear of losing Rohit and the urgency of it all. But reality overpowered her thoughts. This man here, he was taking her with such brute force, the raw, primal energy that every woman craves for. His strength proved that he was a man who had spent a lifetime doing hard physical labour.
And his dick! It was at least 4 inches longer and much thicker than Rohit's the way it touched her walls and spread her wide. She feared it would tear her pussy apart but she didn't care. This was the exact thing she had craved for all morning but it was delivered by the roughest man she could think of.
Ramu knew she was loving this but he could feel her getting tired. She was definitely not used to such rough, intense sex. Ramu reached down and grabbed her long, beautiful hair again, pulling them back to lift her face.
Sanjana's eyeballs had rolled up when Ramu shouted:
"Abhi 2 minute hai!"
Sanjana looked at the wall clock hanging near the door. Somehow in all the animalistic fucking, she could hear the tick of the clock loudly, as the seconds hand moved slowly.
For a few seconds, those two minutes felt painfully long. Ramu's rough strokes stretched both her pussy and the time. And she counted down the seconds, seconds of what was left to endure. Somehow, looking at the clock brought her back to the real pain. She was worried about Rohit. More than that, she was worried about the staff walking in. What will they think when they find her pinned against the bed, being mercilessly fucked by an old labourer.
Surely they will understand that she was blackmailed. But what if they see the pleasure on her face? What then? They will think she is enjoying getting fucked by a filthy old man while her fiance lays dying. Worried, she tried to wipe the pleasure off her face and look sad.
Just then, Ramu tightened his grip on her hair and started fucking her faster. It was an unstoppable force, ramming deep into her. That sensation shifted everything back to that trance mode.
"Oh my goad!" She moaned out loud. She suddenly got scared of her own loudness and hugged the pillow, digging her nose and mouth into it. But she couldn't stop moaning. Her body began to move in sync with his rough thrusts, as she pushed her hips back to take him in deeper.
Now, the ticking of the clock felt too fast. Sanjana wanted time to stop. For this moment to last forever. She had never been fucked this way. She wasn't even aware that it was possible to have this amount of pleasure from sex. She could feel the pressure building inside her. The pressure that mixed with guilt, shame, tension and kept rising as the old man tore her apart.
And then it happened. It was as if a waterfall suddenly erupted from inside her. She came hard, hard. Her liquids spilled on Ramu's dick, making it wetter and easier for him to finish the final thrusts.
As fate would have it, right as the minute hand competed 10 minutes, Ramu also grunted and shuddered, cumming deep inside her. He didn't let go of her hips and kept thrusting inside her till the last drop was finished.
Ramu slowly pulled out of her, his heavy breathing settling as he stepped back and casually adjusted his dhoti. Sanjana remained bent over the foot of the bed for a few long seconds, her thighs trembling violently, her chest heaving against the mattress.
Before she could even gather her composure, the sharp sound of footsteps echoed outside the door.
The lock turned with a loud metallic click, and the door swung open right as the ten-minute mark expired. The surgeon stepped into the room, accompanied by a senior nurse carrying the sterile blood collection kit and a tray of IV supplies.
"Alright, the ten minutes are up. We need to collect the blood right now--" The surgeon's voice cut off mid-sentence as his eyes swept the small private room.
Sanjana scrambled upright in a panic, her heart slamming against her ribs. Her yellow chikankari kurti was badly wrinkled and pulled askew, her long hair fell in a tangled, wild mess around her flushed face, and her lip makeup was completely smudged. She stood pressed against the metal bed frame, trembling, her eyes wide with a dazed, overwhelmed look.
The doctor stared at her, his eyebrows knitting together in deep confusion. "Miss? Are you alright? You look... completely exhausted."
"I... I'm fine, doctor," Sanjana stammered, her voice raspy and barely a whisper as she tried to smooth down her printed skirt with shaking hands. "Just... worried about Rohit."
The nurse stepped closer to adjust the bed sheets for Ramu to sit down. As she bent over, her eyes caught something lying near the corner of the small bedside table.
There, half-hidden beside the trash bin on the cold floor tiles, lay Sanjana's silk lace panties, crumpled and completely forgotten in the rush.
The nurse froze. Her eyes darted from the discarded undergarment straight to Sanjana's bare, trembling legs, and then to Ramu, who had casually sat back down on the cot, his dark, wrinkled face entirely calm as he extended his arm for the blood cuff. The doctor followed the nurse's line of sight, his expression instantly shifting from medical concern to an awkward, heavy silence. A subtle, knowing look passed between the hospital staff.
A wave of scalding embarrassment rushed through Sanjana's entire body. Her cheeks burned hot, her ears ringing with the unbearable weight of their silent judgment.
Without saying another word, she turned on her heel and bolted out of Room 104.
As she rushed down the quiet hallway of the private wing toward the main waiting area, she passed a pair of ward boys and two local attenders standing near the water cooler. As she hurried past, her yellow kurti still messy, their conversation hushed. They glanced at her blushing face, her messy hair and shaky stride, exchanging subtle, knowing smirks. The sound of the bed and the soft moans hadn't gone unnoticed.
Sanjana pushed through the glass doors leading to the main waiting area and stepped into the cool afternoon air near the hospital courtyard.
She leaned against the concrete pillar, her hand resting over her racing heart, taking in deep, gulping breaths. The humiliation was immense, her skin still tingling from the rough grip of Ramu's calloused hands, her body marked by the rough old man.
But as the adrenaline rush began to settle, a certain calmness descended. The unsatiated ache that had been bothering her all morning had now gone. She was satisfied and well-spent. And strangely, she was not worried about Rohit at all. She knew he would live, the start up would survive. She would prove to be right.
Rohit would live and the start up would survive, but how...that story is for the next part.